[FONT="]From the day I was brought home from The [FONT="]UCLA Neurology[/FONT] Department at age 9. Having been diagnosed as hyperactive, and prescribed Ritalin, my mother... very ahead of her time, said "fuck that"... and gave me my first hit, of what would be a life long recommendation from her, "Dr. Mom". So that no matter what anyone said, I knew, I was right with the one person that mattered.... mom.
Now at 47, the wife of 15 years...(by the way I use to grow when we first meet in Big Sur Ca.) FUCKING HATES WEED!. So that sense of "no harm" has been replaced with guilt for "needing" to "self medicate" Shit... meanwhile she pumps down Xanax by the fist full while chasing them with a "glass" (or two) of red "whine".
Fucking shoot me! I'm an idiot...
Got a better story than that ... please share and cheer me up
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U need to get yo'self a new lady M-8!
My GF is always complaining about me being on here, "talking with ur skivy stoner friends again?"
she thinks growing is cool, and smoking is ok...she not down with it herself...but does not tell me what to do. She is only 28?? Shit; can't remember!
blame the bubble when all else fails...
Anyway, she is alot younger then you or I and she (at her age) knows not to try and change J.C. or she is N.F.L...as in, NOT FOR LONG! J.C. not sticking with any woman that won't let me burn my shit.
Pretty cool shit about ur momz tho. Wish I had that when I was young....